I had my four-year-old granddaughter, Zoey with me while I was shopping for a swimsuit. We sorted through different sections on the rack and soon she had selected a swimsuit for me. “Grandma, here is one for you,” she proudly stated. “Oh no, Zoey,” I said as I looked at the somewhat skimpy bikini she held up. “Grandma needs a one-piece.”

“OK Grandma,” she replied as she separated the top from the bottom. “Which piece do you want?”

My father, a gravedigger, was told to prepare for a funeral. But on the day of the service, it was discovered that he had dug the wrong plot. Luckily for him, the deceased’s daughter was very understanding.

“Poor Dad,” she lamented. “He always complained he could never find a parking spot.”

Part of my job on the hospital’s cardiac floor was shaving patients from chin to toe in preparation for the bypass surgery. Women tended to be fine with this procedure, but not men. One guy in particular gave me a hard time, refusing to let me come near him. Finally, I made a suggestion that helped him overcome his shyness. “If you like, I can do this with my eyes closed.”